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Summary:

At a certain point, Cheong Myeong had to admit defeat. Not about trying to get a kiss, but rather about trying to steal one.

So one evening, as they both sat together with their thoughts, Cheong Myeong decided to ask.

“You might not have noticed, but-”

“Is this going to be about that absurd game of yours where you pester me for a kiss?”

Okay, so Shen Jiu had definitely noticed.

Notes:

me: i should keep writing HTCPBOY so that people get the whole story
also me: hey what if i wrote another fic set in the Future-

anyways. yes, i was also plotting this at work. this universe is lowkey consuming me and i, for one, am perfectly happy to keep going with the flow (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ♥

also, i joined a SVSSS writing server midway through typing this which technically means i can count this for a bingo event... so i shall xD "Fusion with your favorite other series 🔥" it is <3

for this fic, i challenged myself to write 250 words for each part! it was a bit of a struggle to squeeze into that wc and definitely something to consider next time xD but i think i did fairly well!

also i had a hard time coming up with the title lol so i might end up changing it but it's good enough as a placeholder for now uwu

pls enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Cheong Myeong had a Problem.

He was practicing his forms along with Shen Jiu practicing his own technique, sequestered in a forest clearing far away from civilization. Cheong Myeong was mostly just going through the motions to keep building his muscle memory, while Shen Jiu was still trying to regain his mastery of Plucked Leaves Flying Flowers.

Then, just as Cheong Myeong finished his pose, a sudden rustle filled the clearing, his blossoms getting swept in a breeze of qi alongside the leaves from their surrounding trees. Directed by Shen Jiu’s fan, the projectiles followed his every command and, when he pointed them at a particular tree, their sharpened and qi-enforced edges managed to take it down via neungji.

Cheong Myeong stood there, watching in wonder as a massive tree slowly slid down its own trunk, falling with a loud thud that left the ground shaking and birds taking flight in a hurry.

The forest was silent in the aftermath. When Cheong Myeong turned towards Shen Jiu, he found the other boy gasping in exertion, sweaty and red, while the widest smile split his face. When their gazes met, Cheong Myeong couldn’t stop himself from mirroring that grin.

Shen Jiu had collected himself soon enough, fan hiding his smile while nothing could hide his well-deserved pride in his own skills.

None of that was the problem. The Problem was that when Cheong Myeong looked at Shen Jiu, the only thought running through his mind was “I want to kiss him”.

***

When in doubt, bother Elder Hwang!

That technique had yet to fail Cheong Myeong, and he dearly hoped it wouldn’t do so now. Because, as he explained to Elder Hwang while face-down on the table-

“I can’t think of anything else when he’s around!”

Elder Hwang hummed thoughtfully, though he seemed more focused on his cup of tea. Cheong Myeong had still not touched his own. He never really grew to appreciate the beverage, but he knew that Shen Jiu liked it. A vision of those delicate lips pressing against the edge of the cup filled his mind-

“Ugh!” He ground his forehead against the wood. “Yesterday, I got so distracted by him eating that I poked myself in the cheek with the spoon. Twice. And spilled my drink. Good booze has gone to waste! I can’t keep going like this!”

“Well,” Elder Hwang cleared his throat. His voice sounded a bit choked. Cheong Myeong looked up- That asshole was laughing at his misery! “Perhaps you should give him a reason to kiss you?”

Cheong Myeong paused. Forget the fact that Elder Hwang was laughing; That was a genuinely good suggestion. Once Cheong Myeong knew what it felt like to kiss Shen Jiu, surely the interest would fade?

Yes, that was a good plan. Elder Hwang was saying something else, but Cheong Myeong wasn’t listening, already scheming the best ways to implement this idea. He’d get a kiss in no time!

And Cheong Myeong knew just the excuse to use!

***

“Sajae, what did you say the effects of an aphrodisiac plant were?”

Shen Jiu looked up from his reading, turning towards Cheong Myeong with his brows furrowed. “Why do you ask?”

“There was definitely feeling hot, right? I think I was affected!” Cheong Myeong twirled the flower he had prepared. Shen Jiu’s eyes zoomed onto it immediately, his expression growing more confused when he noticed that it was a regular cherry blossom.

…Okay so maybe Cheong Myeong didn’t feel like looking for another plant when the tree was right there and covered in convenient flowers; It still would work for his purposes!

“...A cherry blossom?”

“Sajae, you’re missing the point!” He sat down next to Shen Jiu, discarding the flower on top of his paper. “You’ve got to help me!”

“Mhm,” Shen Jiu nodded, his expression clearing. “The famous aphrodisiac, cherry blossom. If you were exposed to the pollen, then surely you’re having symptoms such as… troubles speaking?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Itchiness?”

Cheong Myeong scratched himself demonstratively. “Very itchy!”

“Inability to consume booze?”

… Wait, was that also a part of it? Well, Cheong Myeong had already decided to commit, so. “Yeah? So I need a kiss from Sajae!”

“Shameless!”

He did not see the fan to the head coming.

“Ouch!” He yelped, rubbing against the smarting skin. By the time he focused back on their conversation, Shen Jiu had already packed up his things and left the table.

Well. So that hadn’t gone as planned. But Cheong Myeong could just try again!

***

Despite many, many attempts, Cheong Myeong had yet to achieve his goal of getting a kiss from Shen Jiu.

But today would be the day! Because today was Cheong Myeong’s birthday — or at least the day he was given as his birthday when he entered the sect. His 18th birthday, if counting only this body… 85th if he counted his original timeline.

Cheong Myeong wasn’t too pressed about including it, but he definitely would start lording it once he got to a hundred.

The point was: it was Cheong Myeong’s birthday, the first one Shen Jiu would be around for! Therefore Cheong Myeong could blindside him with that news, and request a simple gift of a kiss; an elegant solution to his current troubles.

Except that, when he brought that up-

“I do have a gift for you,” Shen Jiu said from behind his fan. “It’s just not going to be drinkable for a few more months.”

“...Drinkable?”

“It’s alcohol. One you haven’t tasted yet, I’m sure of it.” At Cheong Myeong’s questioning look, Shen Jiu flushed lightly. “It’s- Back in my original world, one of the peaks produced alcohol. I had to steal some recipes once- Testing my information gathering skills and their security, that’s irrelevant. I recreated the best one for you.”

.

.

.

“Please say something?”

“A-Jiu, A-Jiu, A-Jiu-” Cheong Myeong placed his hands on Shen Jiu’s shoulders. He almost didn’t have words-

“Are you sneezing, or speaking!?”

-but for Shen Jiu, he found some. “A-Jiu. I love it.”

***

At a certain point, Cheong Myeong had to admit defeat. Not about trying to get a kiss, but rather about trying to steal one.

So one evening, as they both sat together with their thoughts, Cheong Myeong decided to ask.

“You might not have noticed, but-”

“Is this going to be about that absurd game of yours where you pester me for a kiss?”

Okay, so Shen Jiu had definitely noticed. Still, Cheong Myeong braved forward. “Yeah. I just… Is it because I’m the one asking?”

Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to ask the question, considering the confused tilt of Shen Jiu’s head.

“Would you kiss someone else if they asked you?” Cheong Myeong clarified.

Shen Jiu’s fan was out and covering his face before Cheong Myeong could even blink, but it couldn’t hide the dusting on red on his cheeks.

“I don’t participate in such juvenile, meaningless games,” he said primly.

“And if it wasn’t a game? What if I meant it?” He didn’t enjoy making Shen Jiu uncomfortable, but it was important to clear the air. To give him a chance to say no without any ambiguity. “...I can stop, if you’d prefer.”

“I…” Shen Jiu hesitated, unable to meet Cheong Myeong’s eye. “I- I don’t want to- I can’t promise I’ll ever- You might be better off giving up.”

Give up on Shen Jiu? Cheong Myeong would never.

“I can wait,” he said, leaning back and looking up at the stars. “As long as it takes.”

***

Cheong Myeong had fully accepted that Shen Jiu might never offer him a kiss. That was perfectly okay. He would keep trying, of course, keep checking in, but it was more of a force of habit at that point than any solid expectation.

Which is why, when someone asked him to be nice to the Southern Edge Sect delegation-

“The day I’m nice to the Southern Edge bastards is the day Shen Jiu kisses me!”

-the comparison just… slipped out.

His fellow disciples stared at him in shock. It was nice to know that, even if Shen Jiu had him figured out, the rest of the sect didn’t know how badly he wanted to kiss him. Well, now they might have.

“Sahyung,” Shen Jiu called from behind him, the tone of voice inscrutable.

Cheong Myeong straightened a bit, watching the other’s approach. “I didn’t- I just meant-”

Shen Jiu grabbed Cheong Myeong’s face, fingers squishing his cheeks slightly. Cheong Myeong trailed off, forgetting what he was trying to say, too entranced by the way Shen Jiu slowly leaned in-

And gave him a peck on the mouth.

Cheong Myeong blinked, his brain entirely empty.

In the meantime, Shen Jiu released him, taking a step back.

“Be a good boy and keep your word,” he said with a flutter of his fan and left to greet the delegation.

“...wait,” Cheong Myeong whispered, fingers pressing against his lips. “What? Wait up! That doesn’t count! Don’t make me be nice to them! Sajae!”

Notes:

Fun facts/some notes

- they fucked off to the middle of nowhere so that SJ's practice wouldn't leave the trees near the sect bare of any leaves xD
- neungji: ok so i checked the wikipedia page on "Lingchi" and switched it to korean and then checked what the pronunciation of their word for it would be xD
- CM was absolutely going into the deception with an obviously non-aphrodisiac flower bc he didn't want even a chance of Shen Jiu stressing about it
- that alcohol gift... yeah i was running through Shen Jiu's rambly explanation monologue when coming from work xD it was way longer in that rendition, but alas, choices had to be made!
- nothing quite like bribery to make CM be civil with the southern edge sect xDD